There’s a note on Suzanne Vega’s website about her recent marriage to trial lawyer Paul Mills. In addition to coming as a blow to all of us who hoped to one day marry Suzanne Vega ourselves, the item suggests a very, very long engagement:

The couple met at Folk City on West 4th Street in 1981. Mr. Mills proposed to Miss Vega in May, 1983, and she accepted his proposal on Christmas Day, 2005.

It concludes:

This is the bride’s second marriage and the groom’s first, the last for both.

If you’ll be in New England at the end of May, you can catch Suzanne playing at the Mohegan Sun Casino “Wolf Den” in Uncasville, CT on May 31st and June 1, 2006. Be sure to visit The Old Farmer’s Almanac General Store while you’re there.

One of the skills that [[Oliver]] gets from his Miller DNA is an uncanny ability to play the card game Concentration and related “turn over random things until you find two that match” activities. [[Catherine]] is a Concentration savant, as is our niece Patricia, and in recent weeks Oliver has been sourcing Concentration-like games online and watching him play is like watching Frank Sinatra sing.

By way of pre-Denmark cultural preparation, I added a bookmark to Oliver’s Firefox last night pointing at Oline, a pre-schooler website from Danish television. True to form, Oliver found a Concentration-like activity there, and [[Catherine]] just phoned me to say that every time he finds a match a big Danish cheer emits from the computer. As such, Oliver is becoming well-equipped to attend football matches and other cheering-related events in Copenhagen this spring.

Every time I take the elevator over at the [[Polyclinic]], I exit with a vague feeling of unease. Until last week, I never conclusively knew why. But on a midweek visit to my accountant, I had my [[T610]] with me, and I was able to document the source of the problem:

Note the different in the labels on the buttons vs. the labels on the “information about what floor you’re on” display: there’s a button for 1, but on the display it’s marked as M. And, for some strange reason, there is no second floor.

This is the kind of stuff that makes my head explode; I get stressed out just by looking at these photos. Every time I get in this elevator, I’m confused about what button to press, and what floor I’m on.

Overheard while exiting the movie The Inside Man at the Charlottetown Mall Cinema last night:

I don’t understand. I don’t understand why he didn’t get charged. I don’t understand what’s gonna happen to that Mayor or his wife. They’re probably gonna make a sequel, and it’s gonna be really, really bad.

Here are 50 of my favourite photos from Flickr. Can 50 photos tell you anything about someone?

My [[Dad]] is looking for a particular style of CD case. These are usually found a “dollar stores,” but he hasn’t been able to find any recently. If you happen across any, please email Dad — source located in Mississauga; thanks.

If I wasn’t otherwise engaged, I’d be seriously thinking about renting this house in the south of France this spring. I don’t know anything about the house itself, or about the owners, but we were in the same region last year and had a wonderful time. This house is even closer to Spain than we were (2-1/2 hours to Barcelona). If you’re looking for a spring trip, I highly recommend the area.

Rain. No, hold on, snow. Oops, rain. Add some wind. More wind. More rain. Okay, back to snow. Large flakes. Bit of rain. Lower the temperature. Nope, raise it up. Back down. Okay, there.

My grandfathers both died in their 80s, so, all other things being equal, I’m halfway to death today.

As chance would have it, I’ve been working heads-down for the last two weeks on a complex (but satisfying) new project for [[Yankee]], so I’ve had precious little time to consider the implications of this. As such, I haven’t had the opportunity to, say, rededicate my life to solving the African poverty crisis, or swear off red meats, or resolve to spend more time reading fictional works by obscure Canadian authors.

So, somewhat ironically, I find myself with nothing profound to think or say or do on this Important Day.

For the sake of posterity, let me record that I love my family, enjoy my work, and live in a community where I feel comfortable. That’s not a bad place to be at the halfway point.

I got a call here in the office yesterday. The guy on the other end of the line wanted to know if I was interested in blogging about his product. I can’t remember the name of the product — it was something like Morphotrax and Mingobot or Malapropzinger. It was a set-top box for Internet-delivered television. He spent 10 minutes singing its praises: revolutionize television, allow for true interactivity, etc. Will Change The World, etc. Resellers all over the world. Big into the Indian market.

Great.

Except that the product doesn’t practically exist yet. You can go to their website and see all sorts of snazzy PR and even pop up a “PC player” (no Mac version). But there isn’t anyone on the other end of the wire yet, no way to actually watch “Internet television.”

I told him that I didn’t tend to blog about “speculative products” that I couldn’t experience myself. He replied that there are lots of bloggers blogging right now about their World Changing Product. The implication was that I Shouldn’t Get Left Out.

Right.

So here’s my advice to you: if you want me to blog about your product, make sure that your product actually exists first.